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Meeting Olly Wang for the First Time: Influence
G/N. Sort of soft. I did it anon!! Masterlists
In hindsight you could have been considered a bad influence except you felt bad for him. You like to think that you showed Olly Wang there was more to life than studying, there are some things that can't be taught through textbooks.
You taught him how to live, you gave him room to breathe.
But sometimes, when the nights are too silent and your brain is too loud, when you miss him so much it hurts, you would think that it was all your fault. You set him on this path.
It's stupid, of course. Your minor risk-taking and vices are nothing compared to what has happened since.
Still, it eats away at you.
.
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It's entirely by chance that you meet.
You're not particularly studious, but empty pockets and a meagre allowance accompanied with bad weather means your options are limited.
In the library, tucked away in the corner is a boy.
Trying his best to read and study yet annoying teenagers continue to heckle him. Throwing balled up pieces of paper and calling out derisive comments.
"Fuck off," you snap, feeling kind hearted today and storming over. You drag one of them away by the hair.
"Hey! Get off-" He tries to wiggle out of your grasp.
"Leave him alone, assholes," you snarl, shoving him away.
The commotion is finally enough to draw the attention of the staff.
The teens are shooed out, throwing angry daggers your way.
"You're welcome by the way," You tell the boy in the corner and you think he mutters something about being able to take them on himself.
Narrowing your eyes, you yank his ear, "What did you just say?"
When he doesn't react, you let go. Huh?
He doesn't feel pain, he tells you, or to be honest, anything. And then when you continue glaring at him thinking that that's bullshit, he introduces himself as Olly Wang.
.
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The first time he ditches class, as a middle-schooler, is with you. Just two kids wandering the streets of Gangdong. You, used to skipping the occasional days and class, and embracing freedom, while Olly fidgets next you.
His mouth, usually stretched too wide in a grin, is pulled down at the corners today. Tense eyes behind glasses anxiously flickers from side to side.
"You think your parents are going to catch you?" You tease, slinging an arm around his shoulders.
"No." Olly doesn't sound convinced and you sigh.
"So what do you want to do?"
"Me?" he asks, blinking owlishly as if that's the first time someone has ever asked him that question.
You shrug off his weird response. "We can go the park. Shopping. Not that I have any money. Arcade-"
"Arcade!" he pipes up, then cowering and furtively glancing around him in case his parents are actually around.
Nevertheless, he spends hours and hours by your side; fighting each other, killing zombies, and racing cars. The sound of 8-bit music and bright flashing lights soon drown out his fears.
That day, Olly smiles genuinely along with you.
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You first hear about Eli Jang a few weeks later.
Apparently he's fallen in with a new group of friends and this guy is the coolest person he has ever seen.
He's an orphan, he does whatever he want.
"Ok," you deadpan to each fact about this Eli Jang, growing more bored by the second.
Olly, oblivious to your reaction, continues fawning over him.
.
.
"Here, try it,"
You only offered the cigarette to stop him talking about Eli Jang. You've lost count of the times you've rolled your eyes.
Olly pauses, torn between wanting to impress you and not wanting to inhale the nasty smoke.
He gives in when he sees the playful glint in your eyes. His finger brushes yours as you pass it to him, and he places his lips where yours were just mere seconds ago.
"ACK!"
You giggle to yourself watching Olly hacking and sputtering.
You reach out to ruffle his hair once he calms and he peeks at you feeling his throat and cheeks burn.
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"Why do you want to be like Eli?" you side-eye Olly, interrupting his ranting.
"I-" Olly starts, and then finds he can't say the words in your presence. He thinks Eli is the only one that makes him feel something but-
Deep down, when he's with you, he's not sure that's entirely true.
You misread his pause for something else.
You shrug, "I like you as you are."
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.
"Want some?" you ask, shaking the bottle of soju at him.
Olly bites his lip, "Eli wouldn't-"
"Ugh!" You cut in rudely. "I've never met the guy and I feel like I know everything about him. Will you shut up about Eli?"
"But Eli-"
"I said shut up," you pull him by his stupid collar and yank his stupid lips to yours.
You consider blaming your actions on the alcohol even though you've barely taken a sip.
Olly stares at you, dazed, but there's a fire in his eyes.
"Ok." He agrees, then adds as he adjusts his glasses. "Only if you'll do that again."
You raise your eyebrows at his audacity. At this strange boy who was tucked away in the corner of the library.
"I thought you said you couldn't feel anything?"
Olly gives you a grin, different from his trademark open-mouthed one. It's almost a smirk. His gaze meets yours, determined and unwavering.
"I think I might have felt something then."
You lean in, at the same time as he does, meeting him halfway and kissing him again.
#to anon who planted the thought of olly wang in my head weeks ago. i finally reread their arcs#not thoroughly. as you can tell from the quality of writing#lookism#lookism x reader#olly wang#olly wang x reader#wannaeatramyeon
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Just to Stop the Feeling
bi!Theodore Nott x m!reader; angst & fluff
summary: in the wake of his motherâs death and his fatherâs ever increasing expectations of him, Theodore finds love in a place he never would have expected
a/n: a year in the making and this might be the gayest thing iâve ever written. big shout out to @suugarbabe for listening to me yap about this for weeks, the anon who requested this, and everyone whoâs been supporting me the past year. here's 6.2k words of bi awakening, enjoy âĄ
The Great Hall was loud, too loud if you asked Theodore. The Sytherin was sat at his house table, head propped up on one hand as his friends chattered around him. The sorting ceremony had just wrapped up which meant everyone in the Hall was catching up about their summers. Theo thought back to just a couple days ago, the oppressive silence that haunted the Nott Manor in stark contrast to just how lively and crowded it was now. His father was rarely in common spaces nowadays, thank Merlin, but that left Theo to stalk around the Manor much like the ghosts floating above him now. If only it was as interesting an existence as Sir Nicholas or even Peeves. Not even a poorly rolled cigarette in the garden brought much enjoyment to him these days.
âTheo! Are you with us mate?â
His eyes drag up to meet the inquisitive look on Enzoâs face. He hums in acknowledgement.
âWeâve been talking to you for the past five minutes.â Theo takes the cue to look around and see the group looking at him, some in amusement and someâMattheo specifically, though he tries to hide itâwith concern.
He slips on his signature lazy half smirk with minimal effort, rehearsed and perfected. âTired from the train, what did I miss?â
Enzo perks up and launches them back into conversation, Mattheo visibly relaxing in his peripheral. Arm still supporting his head, he jokes and laughs and nods along to everyone recapping their summer breaks, feeling hollow.
The Slytherin common room wasnât cozy in the traditional sense, with its cool lighting and excess of stone architecture, but Theo found it comforting nonetheless. He was sitting on one of the leather couches in front of the fireplace, this time only in the company of Mattheo and Draco.
Cool leather against his skin contrasted nicely with the heat of the fire, the familiar voices of his friends putting his soul at ease for the first time in months. He loosely kept up with what they were talking about, his mind simultaneously wandering to thoughts about the new term. Evidently, Draco and Mattheo were on the same wavelength as the topic shifted to Hogwarts andâmuch to Theoâs dismayâgirls. âSo Nott, got your eye on anyone this year?â
Theo rolled his head against the back of the couch to face Draco, that smirk back on his face. âEh, hadnât thought about it too much. I know Pansy has hers on you, Malfoy.â
The blond scoffs, âas if I wasnât aware.â
âLike a predator on prey,â Mattheo cracks, smile evident in his voice. Theo allows himself to chuckle as Draco looks at them helplessly. Theo feels Mattâs elbow nudge at his side. âToo bad it isnât Granger looking at him that way.â
A pillow flies past Theoâs head and smacks the boy next to him square in the face. Mattheo dramatically falls back onto the couch before erupting into laughter.
âToo bad you arenât a beater, huh Malfoy?â Theo quips, quickly putting up his hands to potentially block another projectile pillow.
Draco just groans, âIâm going to bed.â
The first month of classes flies by fairly quickly, everyone falling into their usual rhythm. Quidditch practices a few times a week, late nights smoking in the astronomy tower and the odd party here and there. Theo is itching to get off the castle grounds.
Thatâs why he jumped at the opportunity to go when Enzo asked the group for company on his shopping trip that Saturday morning. Theodore loved Hogsmeade in the fall. The shops would put up festive decorations and the entire atmosphere of the small village grew extra cozy.
With a Slytherin scarf loosely draped over his shoulders and Butterbeer on the brain, he met his group of friends at the beginning of the path to Hogsmeade.
The breeze was comfortable as they walked through the village, stopping every couple of shops to peruse the new inventory. They finally make their way to the Three Broomsticks, finding a table for the group.
Theo groans as he gets voted to go up to the bar for drinks. Sitting at one of the stools is a guy in scarf showing off a badger emblem. As he gets closer, he realizes he vaguely recognizes the Hufflepuff. Theo settles himself down on the stool next to him, causing the guy to look over.
He has a quizzical expression on his face, eyes lighting up as he figures out who heâs looking at, âYouâre Nott, right? I think we have a couple classes together.â
His heart thumps a little harder at his name on the boyâs lips. The boy in front of him tilts his head when Theo doesnât respond, reminding him to give a quick nod.
The Hufflepuffâs lips tug up into a small smile as he offers up his name.
Theo blinks a couple times and stammers out something about seeing the guy around sometime before heâs speed walking back to the table, no drinks in hand.
âWhoa, who got Nott blushing?â
Theo furrows his brows together in confusion, a hand coming up to his face. And sure enough, heat was radiating off his cheeks.
âNever mind that, Theo! Whereâs the butterbeer?â
Monday morning Theo is sitting in History of Magic before class starts, getting ready for an hour of boredom, when books hitting the desk with a thud catches his attention. Heâs startled to see you, the Hufflepuff boy from the Three Broomsticks, standing there already looking at him.
âMind if I sit here?â
Theo nods, feeling like an idiot. Why was this Hufflepuff boy able to completely shut off his ability to speak, let alone think?
That bright smile is back on your face as you take the seat next to him. And his heart flutters.
âSo glad this is the last year of having to put up with Binns and his masterclass story telling,â he can practically feel the sarcasm dripping from your voice and finds himself cracking a smile. An actual smile, not the smirk he usually puts on.
âI know, itâs a wonder anyone manages to stay awake.â
You gesture to the travel mug in your hands, âgotta keep at least a bit of caffeine on me for emergencies. One of my muggle-born friends gave me something called an energy drink? ItâsâŚa lot, to be quite honest.â
Theo huffs a laugh, âenergy drink? Youâd be better off with some espresso than whatever muggles put in those things.â
You give a contemplative nod, âIâll keep that in mind.â
Before he can figure out something else to say, to keep existing in the surprising warmth of conversation with you, Binns is starting up his monotone ramble. Theo feels his heart sink as you look away from him to at least make an attempt to pay attention. He silently looks through his textbook, trying to ignore the weird sensation in his chest.
âHey Theo, wanna come to the Astronomy Tower tonight?â Mattheoâs voice comes from behind where heâs sat in the common room the next evening after dinner.
He pulls his nose out of the book he was buried in as he thinks it over. It had been a while since heâd had a proper smoke with the lads, and he didnât need to ask to know thatâs what Mattheo had in mind. It doesnât take long for him to set his book down on the table with a nod, âyeah, sure.â
As he turns around to face him, he sees Enzo right behind the other boy, grinning with a thumbs up. The look on his face makes Theo debate changing his mind, but he walks out of the common room with the pair anyway.Â
The walk up to the Astronomy Tower is long and filled with so many stairs that Theo is very quickly reminded why he doesnât bother coming up here as often as he thinks heâd like to. Enzo and Mattheo walk slightly in front of him, talking about something Theo doesnât really bother to listen in on, Quidditch perhaps? How those two donât run out of things to talk about, heâll never know. Heâs so lost in thought he barely notices the last two flights of stairs to the top and heâs suddenly hit with the cool air of early fall. Heâs also suddenly aware that Mattheo and Enzo are no longer talking, but instead looking at him. He blinks.
âHuh?â
âTold ya heâs just been on a different planet lately,â Enzo quips, nudging Mattheo with his elbow. Mattheo nods in agreement but doesnât comment on it, instead repeating his question, âI said do ya got your own smokes or are you taking one off me? Cause if you are, weâre fucked. Iâm out.â
Theo isnât surprised in the slightest, âis that why you invited me? Free cigs?â Nonetheless, he pulls a pack out of his pocket and holds it out for him.
Matt grins as he swipes one, ânah, but it doesnât hurt. Youâve always got nicer ones than me.â Enzo immediately scoffs.
âItâs cause youâre broke Mattyââ
âShut up, no Iâm not!â
âThen explain why you keep mooching off of meââ they continue to bicker before Theo cuts them off. âMatt, got a light?âÂ
Mattheo shuts up and holds out a lighter, flicking it to life with practiced ease. Enzo swoops in with his joint before Theo can even pull a cigarette out of his pack, rolling his eyes at his friend. Mattheo raises an eyebrow quizzically, âweed? Seriously?â
Enzo just shrugs nonchalantly, cocky little smirk on his face. âNot my fault neither of you know how to have funâhold on, is that my fucking lighter?!â Mattheo gives him a shrug, moving it away from where Enzoâs leaning in to get a better look.Â
Theo sighs, âI think he meant on a school nightââ
âWho are you? My mum? Didnât think you cared about actually attending lessons, Teddyââ Theo immediately scowls at the nickname, making Enzo raise his hands in surrender, smirk still planted on his face. Merlin, he could be insufferable.
Theo returns the shrug, trying to play it off, âjust figured with OWLs coming upââ
Heâs cut off once again, this time by Mattheo, âdonât tell me, you wanna make sure you donât miss sitting by that Hufflepuff.â Damn his ability to see straight through him. âDonât think we didnât notice you two sitting together yesterday in Binnsâ class.â
âWell, I didnâtâŚâ Enzo interjects but is ignored by Mattheo other than an exasperated eye roll.
âYou seemed pretty chatty; wasnât that the same guy at the Three Broomsticks last Saturday?â
Theo quickly lights the cigarette on Mattheoâs still flickering flame and shoves it between his lips. He receives an unimpressed look at his attempt to avoid the question, but to his credit, Matt refrains from pressing further. The same cannot be said for Enzo.
âSo what, youâre fraternizing with Hufflepuffs now, are ya mate? Never thought Iâd see the dayââ his teasing is abruptly ended by Mattheo whacking him upside the head.
Mattheo lights his own cigarette before putting the lighter away, taking a deep drag from it. Thereâs a beat of silence between them. A gentle breeze passes through the tower as Theo looks out at the Scottish Highlands bathed in the light of the moon.
âHeâs justâŚnice, I guess. Doesnât seem to mind Iâm a Slytherin,â Theo finally answers, releasing a stream of smoke.
Enzo chuckles, rubbing the back of his head where he was whacked. âFair enough. I feel like usually only girls that want a little fun are willing to break that barrier.â He raises his eyebrows suggestively as he takes a drag as well. Mattheo snorts with a nod. âAt least it's not a Gryffindor.â Theoâs nose subconsciously scrunches.
âYeah, remember that Gryffindor Enz was all over end of last term because word was going around he had a good pot stash?â Now itâs Mattheo getting shoved, but he barely reacts besides a huff of a laugh.Â
âDidnât even have the goods,â Enzo pouts petulantly, âwasted a whole 2 weeks for nothing.â
âI think youâll live, mate.â
Theo leans back against the railing, cigarette between his lips as he watches his best mates as their bickering shifts into them laughing and joking like it always does. He adds a couple quips here and there, mind wandering to the Hufflepuff boy periodically as the cigarette slowly dwindles. Once itâs reached the end of its life, he snuffs it out, pushing himself off the floor where theyâd ended up sitting for the past hour. âI think Iâm heading back down to the dorms, itâs getting late.â
Mattheo shares a look with Enzo. With a smirk, Enzo wolf whistles, âgotta get your beauty sleep for your little badger, eh Nott?â
Theo just flips him the middle finger as he crosses the tower to the first of many, many stairs. As his descending footsteps echo through the stairwell, Enzo turns to Mattheo, âpoor fucker is whipped.â
Mattheo nods, âand down right obliviousâŚhow many galleons are we betting for how long it takes him to figure it out?â
Thereâs a mischievous smirk on the other boyâs face. âHow much you got?â
The next morning, Theo is once again startled by the Hufflepuff boy dropping his books on the table with that same dramatic thud. If Theo didnât know any better, he would start to think it was intentionally to get his attention. This time, he speaks first.
âMorning.âÂ
Thereâs that bright smile again and Theoâs chest feelsâŚodd.
âMorning!â you chirp as you slide into the seat. âI took your advice and got some espresso, much better than that muggle concoction. Figured since it was your suggestion, Iâd bring you some. Mum got some beans from a cafe in London when I wrote her about it.â
Once again a warm sensation floods Theo as a second mug is set on the table and slid his direction. He carefully picks it up and takes off the lid, finding a double shot inside. Itâs still hot from what he assumes is a temperature charm on the mug and the warm sensation in his chest gets stronger.
He raises the cup to his nose, inhaling the comforting aroma of coffee before taking a sip. Itâs not quite the taste of home, but itâs close. He nods appreciatively.Â
Then before he can stop himself heâs making an offer, accent a hint thicker than he typically tries to control, âIâll have to make you a cup the way I had growing up sometime. This is good though.â
Theo doesnât have time to backtrack or change his mind before your smile is turning softer. âYeah, Iâd like that.â
To hide the flushing of his cheeks, he quickly downs the rest of the liquid and hands the mug back. For maybe the first time ever heâs glad Binns decides now is the perfect time to begin the monotonous period.Â
Out of the corner of his eye he sees you put the mug back in your bag, soft smile still on your face. And maybe Theo doesnât hate this class as much as he thought he did.
Over the following weeks, Theodore does the unthinkable: he looks forward to bloody History of Magic, just for the opportunity to chat with you before class.Â
His friends share looks at breakfast as he starts leaving earlier and earlier each Monday and Wednesday, hoping to get even just a bit of extra time with you. Because heâs too nervous to ask you to hang out. And he cannot for the life of him figure out why.Â
Heâs Theodore Nott. The stoic, level headed and lusted after Slytherin. Right? He makes people nervous. He flusters pretty girls. So what the bloody hell is going on?Â
Heâs never, not once in his 5 years at Hogwarts, ever considered the possibility that someone could do this to him. Let alone a stupid, pretty Hufflepuff boy with a gentle, excited smile thatâs way too eager to mingle with a snake. But somewhere in his gut Theo knows heâd be devastated if the other boy stopped.Â
And that terrifies him.
One morning after several weeks of sitting together, you once again drop your books onto the desk with the theatrics Theoâs come to expect from you. He subconsciously finds himself perking up at the sound just before you start chattering away, something heâs also grown almost fond of. He likes that you tend to fill the space heâd otherwise find awkward or tedious in conversation, seemingly undeterred by his often quiet nature. And heâs more than happy to just listen to you and bask in your welcoming presence.Â
This time youâre talking about the History of Magic exam coming up in a couple weeks and your lack of a study partner, something that instantaneously catches Theoâs attention.Â
âYeah, my usual study buddy bailed on me, the nerve,â you laugh. âSo now Iâm on the hunt for a new oneâŚâÂ
Theoâs heart rate picks up as you trail off, thereâs no way youâre going to say what heâs hoping you will. Right? Thereâs no way heâs that lucky. Hell, thereâs no way someone like you would want to be around him outside sitting next to each other in the worst class offered at Hogwarts. Heâs pretty sure you have less controversial friends to ask than a brooding Slytherin whose best mate is the son of Voldemort, for fucks sakeâ
His internal pity party is cut short by you looking at him almost⌠nervously?
âWould you maybe be free to, I dunno, study together some time next week? Itâs cool if youâre not, I just thoughtâwell, Iâm not sure what I thoughtâother than that I would offer,â your question starts to shift into a ramble and your cheeks flush as you seem to realize it. Meanwhile, Theoâs heart has stopped and his breath catches in his throat. He has to hold himself back from shouting a thrilled âYes!â
He clears his throat, desperately clinging to his composure. âYeah, sure, I could make that work. When did you have in mind?â
Theo feels nearly sick with nerves as he sits at the Central Hall fountain outside of the library waiting for you. He was at least 15 minutes early, mostly because Enzo said he would hex him if he kept pacing around the dorm room like he had been for the prior half hour. His foot taps anxiously in a way he is not used to. He's no stranger to stress, but this is on a different level. All he's going to be doing is go over the most boring aspects of wizarding history with you for a couple hours and here he is, worried he's going to end up in the Hospital Wing with heart palpitations. He takes a deep, shaky breath as he looks up at the snoring dragon mural above the library. Just breathe you idiot!
âHey Theo, sorry I'm late. My dormmate would not shut up.â He hears your voice before he sees you, his head turning to follow the sound. And he tries to keep the surprise off his face at hearing you call him Theo instead of Nott like you had been since that afternoon in the Three Broomsticks. âYou ready for the most exciting next couple hours of your life?â Oh, and what he wouldn't do to see that teasing little grin on your face moreâ
âReady,â he stands from the fountain bench, following behind you through the heavy wooden doors of the library.
He walks half a step behind you as you weave your way through the tables and shelves, finding a relatively remote spot in the already quiet space. For maybe the first time inâyour friendship? Theo hopes that's what you two are at leastâthe entire time he's known you, your set your books down without the slam.
You must have noticed the look he was giving you because you smirk. âI don't just go throwing books when you're not around. And close your jaw, you'll catch lacewing flies.â
Theo lightly bites on his lip as he sits next to you at the table, your shoulders almost touching. You flip the massive textbook open and pull a couple quills and parchment from your bag as you settle in to go over the material.
Thereâs a feeling of familiarity with you that Theo wasnât anticipating. Conversation comes more naturally than when heâs spoken with you before class and he realizes he really, really likes spending time with you. Thereâs no bickering like there is with Matt and Enzo, no snarky comments thrown around for laughs. Itâs peaceful and warm.Â
He feels like that around you a lot, he realizes, warm. Comfortable. His arm brushes against yours.
Theo and you spend the next couple hours working through the exam material, interspersed with getting to know each other. He listens to you ramble about your favorite classes this term, your friendsâanything youâre willing to tell him, he wants to drink it all in.
Neither of you seem to notice how close youâve gotten to each other until he can feel your breath on his face and that warmth that seems to radiate off of you. Then, youâre getting closer.
There in the back of the library, Theoâs world comes to a standstill as you gently press your lips against his, his heart threatening to pound out of his chest. It takes him a couple seconds to regain his senses before moving his lips back against yours, losing himself in the kiss.Â
He notices you taste like earl grey which blends with the woody scent of your cologne in an intoxicating mixture. Much too soon for his liking youâre pulling back and he has to stop himself from whining at the loss of contact.Â
His eyes flutter open to find you havenât gone far. In the silence he thinks about how pretty your eyes are and maybeâno, definitelyâthatâs his new favorite color.
âWas that okay?â your voice is just above a whisper.
Theo just leans forward and recaptures your lips in another kiss. First his mind swirls with this is what kissing is supposed to feel like. Heâs dumbfounded that it really can feel like fireworks and itâs not just some sappy bullshit made for the romance novels Pansy and Daphne read.
Then it all comes crashing down.
The next thing he feels is dread. Overwhelming, overpowering dread. He canât quite place why, but itâs there. And suddenly heâs pulling away from your lips like heâs been burned.
He sees the shock on your face, but before he starts to apologize or explain, his fatherâs voice is itching in the back of his mind. He steps back.
Your voice saying his name is muffled by the ringing in his ears and your concerned expression is taken over by that all too familiar disappointed look in his fatherâs eyes. He runs away, feeling more like a coward than heâs ever felt in his life.Â
And the worst part is he knows heâs leaving you alone, confused and hurt. But he does it anyway.
After wandering the corridors of the castle for the better part of 10 minutes, lost in thought, he finds himself in front of the music room. Like his body instinctively knew where he needed to be. He pushes the door open, relieved to find it empty. The wooden stairs creak as he walks up. He sits on the rug by the piano, hugging his knees to his chest.
Theo is alone in the music room not 20 minutes before Mattheo finds him. A bloodhound that boy. Or maybe he just knows Theo too well.Â
âYour little badger sent me.â Mattheo eases down onto the rug next to him, close enough for his knee to lightly graze Theoâs thigh. âHe was freaking out like the world was ending or he kicked your cat or something. Didnât know where to find you, but he did find Berk and I in the Astronomy tower. So I said Iâd take care of it, youâre welcome.â
Theo just hums in acknowledgment.
âSoâŚdid he actually kick your cat or what?â
Theo shakes his head.
âWell it must have been pretty bad since you came here. Havenât seen you hiding out here since, wellââ his mum died. Mattheo doesnât have to finish his sentence, they both know.
A long breath he didnât realize he was holding breaks out in a sigh as his eyes shut. The soft enchanted piano music is the only sound for a moment as he wills away the emotions threatening to surface. âI donât know, maybe the world is ending.â
A couple more beats of quiet. âWanna talk about it?â He knows deep down itâs a question Matt will respect the answer to. And he briefly debates turning him down, but something compels him to slowly nod.
âHeâwe kissed.â
âWas it bad?â
âNo.â
Mattheo nods as he considers the response he was given. âSo the problem was that it was good?â
âYes? No? Maybe?â
âThatâs kinda dodging the question, mate.â
Theo groans, âI donât know, okay?â He runs his fingers through his hair. âI justâ cazzo! This is wrong, isnât it? Feeling like this?â
âTheoââ
âI canât feel this way for another guy. My father would disown me and itâd ruin my life. Iâm supposed to marry a pureblood witch and produce an heir andââ
Before Theo has time to stop him or even process whatâs happening, Mattheo is grabbing him by the face and pressing their lips together, and that same fluttering sensation is back. Itâs not as strong and thrilling as kissing you, Theoâs not sure thatâs even replicable, but it still feels nice in a way none of his previous kisses have been. Where he was going through the motions for some reason even he didnât understand. But no, once again he can understand why people would want to do this.
Then as quick as he was pulled in, his best friend is pulling away, silently observing him for a moment.
âDid the world end?âÂ
ââŚNo.â
âThen whatâs the problem?â
They sit staring at each other as Theoâs brain struggles to formulate a response.Â
âMatty, Iââ he hesitates like this is going to be what destroys their friendship, âI donât think IâmâŚstraight.â
âI didnât think you were.âÂ
And something about the way he says it makes Theo feel better. Like heâs not being judged or ridiculed for feeling this way. Like itâs something natural. A no-brainer, boring fact of life. Theo thinks he might cry.Â
Instead he leans forward and connects their lips again, just briefly. And part of him knows Mattheo can feel the underlying sadness and fear in it. But when they pull apart once again, neither of them comment on it. A weight feels like it's been lifted off him.
âI think,â Theo pauses as he debates speaking about this out loud for the first time, like it will make it real. âI think I havenât really felt like myself since my mum...y'know?â He says it like itâs a question, but they both know the truth. âI know itâs been 2 years, I should be fine. But Iâm not.â
Mattheo, who had been quietly listening, speaks. âI donât know TheoâŚIâve barely heard you talk about her since you came back to school third year. Have you talked about it to anyone? Hell, have you let yourself grieve?â
âIâŚI donât know how. My father stopped mentioning her after the funeral andâhe barely acknowledged she was even gone.â He pulls his knees back up to his chest. âI miss her.â
He feels the comforting warmth of Mattâs hand on his shoulder blade. And the gentle touch of his thumb across his cheek, wiping a tear away is the first indication that heâs started to cry. He quickly sniffles in an attempt to stop the tears, but it doesn't work. If anything, it just makes them fall faster. He tucks his head down, forehead against his knees. Mattheo's hand gently rubs his back as they sit in silence as he cries. He's grateful Matt doesn't try to help by speaking, the gentle piano filling his ears like a warm hug after being lost in the cold for days with no reprieve.
The silent sobs eventually slow, his body no longer shaking from the force of them. And weirdly, he feels better. Heâs spent his whole life being told that men donât cry, especially pureblood wizards of their status, so when the weight comes off his chest heâs shocked at how easy it is to just breathe.Â
He pulls his head up to look at Matt, who isnât looking directly at him but keeps his hand on Theoâs back. A soft murmured, âthanks,â passes his lips and causes the curly haired boy to return his attention to him. Mattheo doesnât comment on how red and tear-stained his eyes are, much to Theoâs relief.Â
âYou good, mate?â
âYeah, I think so.â
Mattheo hesitates before speaking again, âyou donât have to listen to me, cause what do I know, but I think you should talk to him.â Theo thinks back to you, how lost and hurt you looked when he ran from the library and he sighs.Â
âWhen did you get so wise?â
Mattheo shrugs, ��weâve all had to grow up pretty fastâŚyouâre my best mate Theo. It sucks seeing you like this, y'know?â He lightly nudges Theoâs shoulder, âkinda ruins the vibe.â
Theo canât help but chuckle, âyouâre an idiot.â
âAnd here I thought I was wise.â
âI was wrong, youâre fully a dumbass.â
âNah, thatâs Enz. But seriously, talk to him. Weâre all tired of you pretending this isnât something you want, whether you realize it or not.â
Theodore reluctantly nods, âfine. Fine, youâre right. I think I like my, what did you call him? Little badger?â
Mattheo grins and shifts away from Theo, looking a bit too happy for a man that just watched his friend cry over a crush.
âWhat are you so cheery about?â Theo raises an eyebrow as Mattheo gets up to return to the Astronomy Tower.
Mattheo throws a smirk over his shoulder as he lingers at the top of the stairs, âEnzo owes me a hundred galleons.â
âWait! You two idioti bet on this?!â
Despite feeling somewhat better after his talk with Matt, Theo avoids you for the rest of the week. Come Wednesday morning, heâs sliding into the seat next to Mattheo in History of Magic, ignoring Enzoâs annoyed âHey!â in protest and Mattheoâs side-eye.
He doesnât turn around to see the disappointed look on your face as your books softly thunk on the desk behind him where you two usually sat. But he doesnât miss the lack of usual flair the sound has. His heart aches.
âRiddle said youâd be in here.â
Your voice breaks through Theodoreâs thoughts, pulling his eyes toward you walking up the steps and over to him.
He'd been finding himself coming back to the music room over and over again since he started avoiding you. He wasn't entirely sure why, maybe he just wanted to stop the dull ache of loneliness in the absence of you. He pushes the thought out of his mind.
You settle down on the rug next to him, jarringly similar to the position he'd been in with Mattheo a week ago. Only you were further away, and while he couldn't blame you, he hated it.
âSorry for kissing you so suddenly, I justâIâd been wanting to for like a month and I guess I was hoping you wanted it too. I didnât mean to scare you off.â
He quickly shakes his head, âno, donât apologize, it wasâI liked it. Iâm sorry for running off like that. I think I gotâŚoverwhelmed. I didnât exactly know I was, yâknow, into guys beforeâŚyou.â He forces it out despite his embarrassment, cheeks a light shade of pink.
You look at him with a small, somewhat sad smile, âitâs fine. Kinda reminds me of that day we properly met in Hogsmeade. You ran then too.â You pause briefly before adding, âand donât worry about it, this is new for me too.â
Theo flushes more intensely at the memory as you turn your head to look around the music room. âI donât think Iâve ever been in here before. Riddle had to give me directions...Why here?â
His mouth goes dry as he stares at you. âMy, uh, my mum used to play the piano. She tried to teach me, but I couldnât fully get it beforeâŚâ he trails off for a moment before pushing past it, âI come here to feel close to her.â
A look of realization passes over your face, âoh, IâIâm sorry.â
âItâs okay. I donât really like to talk about it.â
A hesitant hand reaches out to rest on his knee. He didnât even realize heâd relaxed his legs down from his chest.Â
âWe donât have to talk about it, Teddyââ
He gasps at the nickname, soft and filled with raw emotion. âI want to.â
âShe was⌠the only person I felt truly got me, before Mattheo at least. And she uh, she used to call me Teddy. So since sheââ he hesitates, the finality of it all hitting him at once like itâs the first time he heard the news all over again, âsince she died, I havenât let anyone call me that.â
He sees the way your eyes soften further, but itâs not from pity, like heâd come to expect from the topic, no, itâs deeper than that. Itâs empathy. âI didnât know,â your voice is quiet, like youâre about to apologize, but truthfully thatâs the last thing he wants. So he keeps speaking.
âShe would have loved you.â His hand shifts to rest over yours, still on his leg. âShe would have loved howâŚhappy you make me. So, I want you to call me Teddy, please.â It comes out a bit more desperate than he intended, but when did anything ever go as planned when it came to you?
But you donât run. You donât look at him in disgust for showing emotion. You just nod with a soft, âokay Teddy.â
And god, that fluttering sensation is back. A small smile tugs on his lips; before he knows it heâs leaning forward, needing to be closer, as close as youâll possibly let him. And this time, without any guilt or shame or fear, he kisses you.
And he feels like heâs drowning. Drowning in your lips, in your scent, in you. Like water filling his lungs, it burns so sweet. Surrender to the unknown, letting his lingering heartache and worries about his fatherâs expectations go until all thatâs left is you.
Itâs pure bliss.Â
As your lips move together in sync, his body heats up and he finds himself craving more. Heâs just received a taste, but he can already tell heâs going to be insatiable; the need to devour you, to become one with your very essence, is overwhelming. But he doesnât run away. He pushes deeper.Â
He feels your hand cupping his face, almost to steady yourself from falling over as his tongue brushes against your lips, begging, pleading for mercy. Like heâll fall apart if you donât let him explore every inch of you. Your lips part.Â
Tongues dancing together, he pushes you down until your back hits the rug, his torso hovering over yours as his hands on either side of you hold him up. Your fingers caress his cheek, touch featherlight.Â
The kiss lasts until neither of you can breathe, parting only to gasp and pant, inches from each otherâs face. You suddenly laugh, a sweet sound that rivals the roomâs quiet piano in its beauty.
âYouâre still here,â your eyes search his, like youâre trying to find doubt in them, but there is none. He wants to kiss you like that for the rest of his life.
âI donât think Iâm scared anymore.â
Your arms coming up to wrap around his neck and pull him back into another kiss catches him off guard, but he melts into it like his body was made to meld with yours. Itâs soft and sweet and feels like home.
The next morning at breakfast, youâre sitting next to him like you belong at the Slytherin table, at his side and getting acquainted with his friends. Enzoâs in the middle of asking you for details on which Hufflepuffs have the best weed when Draco comes over and sits down, an apprehensive look on his face. âI suppose this is something you just expect us to get used to?âÂ
âYes.â Itâs Mattheo who speaks, grabbing a bit of toast off Dracoâs plate and taking a bite. âHe makes Theo happy, heâs one of us now as far as Iâm concerned.â
Enzo pipes up from beside him, âIâll do anything to never have to listen to Theo hopelessly pine like that ever again.â
Draco huffs and as Theoâs about to say something, he hears you laugh softly next to him as your hand gently squeezes his thigh. âJust gonna have to live with some yellow brightening your mornings, Malfoy.â The other two boys snicker at the defeated look on Dracoâs face and start to tease him that heâs just jealous Nott grew a pair and managed to ask someone out. But Theo barely notices.
He presses a kiss to your temple, heart fluttering as you grin up at him and for the first time in a long time, heâs happy.
#theodore nott#theo nott#theodore nott x male reader#theo nott x male reader#slytherin boys#enzo berkshire#mattheo riddle#x male reader#mattheo riddle x theodore nott#a lil bit of#mattheo riddle x enzo berkshire#if you squint#bisexual#gay#mykie fics
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Hey:) can you please do a part 2 of Tell me and make it smut
A/n: This is part two to a story I made a while ago, but can be read separately. Enjoy! Thanks anon for the ask! Feel free to suggest more.
Warnings: smut, obviously. Vampire Felix, biting, blood?, pinv, unprotected sex, dom felix, pet names, let me know if I missed anything
It had been nearly a month since you and Felix had the heart to heart, and things seemed to be going smoothly.
His features matured in ways you would have never thought.
He switched back to his natural blonde about a week ago, and you almost felt relief.
Although you didn't mind the black, you had noticed that it affected you in ways you shouldn't be by your best friend.
He was hot.
The black made him look mysterious and sexy. It nearly killed you to look at him, much less be near him.
Today was one of your mandatory hang nights, more specifically, a movie night.
You had found out that he no longer had the same needs as normal people. He doesn't sleep, but can force himself to for a short period of time.
He doesn't eat like he used to. He found that yes, he needs blood, but not often. And when he eats, he takes a few bites before feeling full. He can walk in the light, but it makes him a bit weak, like muscle aches.
It had been surprisingly easy to accommodate these new discoveries. And he had been so grateful to you for being so accepting.
He was sitting on the couch, his blonde hair peaking from above the head rest. You smiled as you walked around to join him, a bowl of popcorn in your hand.
"Ready?"
He grinned at you, his eyes shimmering from the blue light.
"Yep!" He barked, snuggling against you after you got comfortable.
You pressed play, watching the beginning with interest.
The movie was barely forty minutes in when you felt Felix tense against you. He felt colder than normal all of sudden, even under the blankets.
"Felix?" You turned to look at him, seeing that he was avoiding your gaze.
"Lix, what's wrong?" You went to reach for him, but he flinched, making you stop.
"Don't." His voice was deeper than usual, rough around the edges.
It almost sounded like a threat.
"Felix what's wrong? Remember, you promised you wouldn't shut me out," you whispered, unsure of what was wrong all of the sudden.
He sighed before drooping his shoulders, still not looking at you.
"I lied the other day. I-" His voice cracked. "I wasn't able to feed on Thursday."
Your eyes widened, your blood running cold. Wasn't that needed for him to stay sane or something? You weren't entirely sure what would happen if he didn't feed, and he wasn't either.
It was still entirely new.
"So what's wrong now? Are you hungry?" You asked, turning your whole body to him. He had your full attention, even if the movie was still playing.
"Yes, but that's not all," he gulped, looking at you finally.
You gasped, seeing the bright red hue in his eyes. They almost seemed to be pulsing, as if they glowed in the dark.
"I felt the blood going through your arm...when I was laying on you. It was weird." He frowned, wanting to look back to the tv.
Suddenly an idea popped in your head, thinking you might be able to help the poor guy out.
"Have you fed from a human?" You asked.
His eyes blew up. "Uh...Kinda? Bang Chan, he's like me, and he let me bite him. But other than that, just animals," He cleared his throat, his eyes getting brighter by the second.
"Do you want to feed from me? Do you know when to stop?" You tilt your head, watching him freeze like a deer caught in headlights.
"What? No! I don't want to hurt you,"
You blinked. You didn't think about that.
"It hurts?" You couldn't stop the words from leaving you. You cringed.
"Well, Chan said it felt really good when he bite people, but it doesn't have the same effect on him."
"Bite me then," you giggle, shoving your wrist to his face, making him recoil.
"I've never fed from a person. I can go out real quick so we can still have movie night-" he was stuttering at this point and you just wanted him to stop and breathe.
As you listened to him, you brought your nail you where your shoulder and neck meet, scratching just hard enough to break the skin.
Even though it didn't breach your skin yet, the sudden smell of the iron liquid reached Felix's nostrils, igniting something within him he didn't even know was there. His eyes darkened, and before he could stop himself, he was on you in seconds.
You let out a yelp of surprise, now on your back with Felix straddling your hips, locking you in place.
His face was buried in the crook of your neck, and you heard him breathe in deeply, wanting to burn your scent in his memory.
You heard his jaw clenching beside your chin, and you took a deep breath.
"It's okay, Felix. I want it," you breathed. You didn't know entirely what it is you wanted, but he got the idea, latching his teeth into your pulse point.
It hurt at first, the pierce through the skin, his sharp teeth cutting through the many layers of skin. But once he got deep enough, it turned into a cooling heat that then turned into a flame, one that burned hotter with each passing moment.
The shock ignited the pooling arousal in your abdomen, and you let out a moan into his ear.
He growled as he knawed at your neck, squirming above you. You could feel his hardening cock through his sweats, your mind reeling at the thought of him inside you.
He groaned, finally pulling away from your neck to look at you.
His eyes had gone back to their natural color, and his face was flushed. His breathing was heavy, and his lips stained red with your blood.
He looked like an angel.
"You okay?" He asked softly, bringing a hand to rest on your face.
You nodded, unable to speak all of the sudden.
Your gaze blurred, your mind fuzzy.
He seemed to have caught on, hearing the small whimpers emitting from your throat.
"Whats the matter, honey? Can't talk? Did it feel that good?" He cooed at you with a grin, rubbing circles on your cheek.
You sniffled, nodding in response, nuzzling into his touch.
"Can I, y/n? Can I touch you?" He whispered, staring into your eyes deeply.
His free hand rested on your waistband, gently messing with a stray thread.
"Please, lixie," you mutter, suddenly hotter.
You lifted your hip gently, the skin of your torso meeting his cold fingers. You sighed at the contact, tilting your head back slightly.
He watched in awe as he pushed his fingers under your clothing, his index and middle finger playing with your folds before flicking your clit. You groaned, your arms coming to grasp at any part of him that you can. Your left hand found purchase on his forearm, your grip tight. The other fisted the fabric of the couch, scratching roughly on your skin.
âMore, lix. PleaseâŚâ you breathed, loving the way he touched you.
He said nothing, but showed that he heard you by shoving two fingers deep within your sopping cunt, pushing at a fast pace. Though his hands looked small, they seemed to be finding your g-spot immediately, grinning as he abused that sacred spot,watching as you let out louder moans. He forced himself down to catch your lips in his, sucking the air out of you as he continued to finger you, curling his fingers every other thrust. He brought his other hand to rub roughly at your clothed nipples, feeling them harden under the fabric.
âWant me to fuck you, y/n? Just tell me the word and Iâll take care of you, love. Let me take care of you,â he all but begged, sounding fucked out before even undressing.
He loved the way you clenched around his fingers, pulling him in, not wanting him to leave. If Felix had it his way, heâd never let his fingers leave from you. And if you wanted it to be his cock instead, who was he to deny you?
âYes! Please Felix!â You moaned, your stomach doing somersaults as it begged for release. You whined as h pulled his fingers from you rather quickly, and watched as he fumbled with his sweats. He rushed to pull them off, nearly falling from the couch in the process, making you giggle at him. It quickly died down once you saw him.
He sprung out of his pants, a loud thud emitting rom where his cock hit his stomach. You nearly let yourself drool at the sight of him.
No other guy has made you feel this way about his cock, but boy was Felix beautiful. What he lacked in length, he made up for in girth, almost looking like the stretch would be painful. But youâd take it. You needed it. Almost as much as he wanted it.
He grabbed the bottom of his shirt, bringing it up to bite, showing of his abs. You moaned just from the sight of them.
âYou sure you want this? We can stopâŚâ he mumbled with the tee between his teeth. His eyes shimmered in the dim lighting, looking as if he held stars in his eyes.
âYes Iâm sure, lix. I just have one questionâŚâ you smiled at him. âCould youâŚbite me again?â
His eyes widened at first, but he felt himself twitching at the thought. Your blood was certainly way better than that of an animal. Yours was more fresh and almost electric with the way your adrenaline spiked. It was almost like his own alcohol just walking around in the apartment. He was head over heels for your taste, plus his long term crush on you.
He relaxed before placing himself at your entrance.
âOf course, baby,â he pushed in slowly, watching your back arch off the sofa.
He quickly came down to latch onto your neck, sucking, hoping to ease the pain with the pleasure of the bite.
It seemed to calm you down, because shortly after that, with each draw he took from you, your moans became louder. He started to move, cursing himself suddenly. Drinking from you was enough to make him finish, but he didnât want to finish before you. He pulled his mouth back, looking you in the eyes as he picked up the pace.
Once again, his lips were stained with your blood, the amount a lot more than previously, making droplets form, and threatened to fall with each thrust. He hit deeper, pushing harder against you causing slapping sounds to echo the room. You both grunted with one another as each of you closed in on your high.
You felt the knot forming in the pit of your stomach, watching as his eyes fluttered shut as he rammed into you as if he never would have sex again. He wanted to make it last. He found that he was struggling just to not cum from staring at you. He loved how helpless you looked right now.
You finally felt the knot snap, your high washing over you like a ton of bricks. You shivered as he continued, your walls clenching around him desperately, wanting to absorb his delicious cum.
One droplet of blood finally parted from his lips, landing onto your own. He watched as you stuck your tongue out to taste yourself, moaning at the flavor. The sight of you tasting your blood finally made him snap. His cum shot out in spurts inside you, riding out his high until he was shaking from overstimulation. He collapsed onto you for a few seconds before pulling out, making you whine. He grinned, pulling his shirt of all the way.
âOne second,â he muttered, cleaning you both before pulling the blanket over you both once more. âHow are you feeling? Did I take too much?â He nuzzled into you, trying to make sour you werenât uncomfortable.
âNo, Iâm okay. I donât feel any different,â you responded with a yawn. Your shoulder aches slightly, but you deemed it worth it.
âYou might not feel that way later, though!â He whined, pawing at your hands.
You giggled as you saw the ending credits to the movie you were supposed to watch.
âGood thing I took the next two days off!â
#skz smut#stray kids#skz reactions#stray kids smut#stray kids x reader#skz#felix yongbok#skz felix#lee felix smut#stray kids felix#lee felix#felix#felix x reader#skz seungmin#seungmin skz#skz scenarios#skz x reader#skz masterlist#skz imagines#skz fanfic#skz kinktober#skz mafia#stray kids scenarios#stray kids fanfic#stray kids imagines#stray kids hard thoughts#stray kids ot8
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hiii tysm for doing my req!!! mochi anon btw <33 i was trying to send an ask a few days ago but it wouldnt send thru so i hope it does this time đ can you write shuichi crush hcs? all fluffy fluff fluff (â .â Â â ââ Â â á´â Â â ââ .â ) thank youuuuuuuuu
shuichi crush hcâs âĄ
HI LOVELYYYY THANK YOUUU for requesting again!!! and yes yes OFC I CANN these are so cuteeee agghfjgkg it takes me back to the time i was down bad for shuichi chat. guys like him make me go feral asf lmao
GUYS HES A MF FIRETRUCK WITH HOW RED HIS FACE GETS ESPECIALLY SINCE HES PALE ASF IM CRYING
ok now back to being professional, my bad chat
at first, shuichi would probably not realize how he feelsâor maybe he does, but tries to deny it. can he actually call it..love? he needs to be sure first, heâs afraid of anything bad happening, or heâs confusing this feeling with another emotion
thinks a lot about it. remembers days such as the day you two met and becoming friends, when all of a sudden his mind wanders off to how it would feel like to hold you in his arms, whisper sweet affirmations in your ear as you stir awake, to kissing youâ
wait what? kissing!? boy does his entire face turn red as heâs shocked that his own mind thought of such thing. shuichi breathes a sigh of relief though, knowing that you arenât near him at the moment, or else it couldâve gotten worse..
tends to stare at you more, paying attention to your small habits and body language, during his (unknowingly) lovesick phase shuichi becomes eager to learn more about youâ thinking of ways to court you as you deserve. should he look for help online or ask his friends? somehow, he chose the latter.
âjust ask to hook up and once youâre banginâ, say it with pride!â â miu advised while laughing
âi donât know. why did you ask me?â â with a deadpanned expression, maki said
after asking more around (thatâs a lie, he got too embarrassed to ask others and went straight to his bro, his last hope) kaito was the only one who had a good idea. what was it?
âyou donât need to do anything big to impress them, shuichi. talk to y/n and ask them out on a date, if you canât say it out loud, write it on a note and put it in their locker, if they agree, make sure they have a good time and bam! confessâ
aka the ultimate yapper
it takes him a while to gather the courage to ask you out, but shuichi has no rushâheâs content with just having this little (massive. thatâs what she said) crush on you. heâs the type to giggle n shit if you ever compliment him or just pay attention to him in general
writes down notes about youâ with things he wishes to say one day
#danganronpa v3#shuichi saihara#shuichi saihara x gn! reader#shuichi saihara x female reader#shuichi saihara x reader#shuichi saihara x male reader#fluff#danganronpa#headcannons#hes so cute#meracyn
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CARRD TEMPLATE - unworthyheir (base version) live demo /  template
a free card template for roleplay purposes.
single muse focused.
mobile / tablet friendly.
basic plan friendly (as of 6/23/24).
all styles are labeled and connected throughout the template.
please do not remove the credit / claim as your own.
if you have any questions / problems, feel free to contact me at any time.
#carrd template#carrd rp template#anarchy's things#mine*#this is for the anon that asked a few days ago!#hopefully everything works#if not please let me know
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#buggy the clown#dracule mihawk#sir crocodile#hawkbug#monkey d. dragon#monkey d. luffy#marshall d. teach#laffitte#bughawk#dragodile#my art#too many names to tag#im really tired lately so heres some fast drawings#ranging from few days to few months old#i didnt ship bughawk till i drew this#and buggy is the t0p lolsorry#also to the anon who asked for dragon x crocodile months ago i hope this counts#one piece
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Submitting at 11:30 at night on Valentine's lol, I'm late. But I must profess my love for the whole cervidae family, but especially my funky little favorite animal: the tufted deer. What more could you want in an animal? He's got fangs, he's got antlers, he smol, and he blue. They are perfection incarnate and I love them forever.
Muntjacs are also good, they're even smoller and orange. But they're missing that cute little tuft so they get second place. (I still adore them and have had one lick my hand before)
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#tumblr genetics#asks#genetics#moths#bugs#insects#notched-winged tortricid#im sure you were happy about the reindeer we got a few days ago then anon :)
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The Keefe Sencen Infantilization Argument (because I've seen people say that saying he infantilizes Sophie is a bad-faith argument):
(Note: This post is a repost. I had my thoughts scattered out over a few posts, so I wanted to put them all together in one cohesive post. If you've already seen all the original posts, then aside from like two sentences being reworked and the format being better now, there's like nothing new here for you. Sorry.)
Examples of Keefe infantilizing Sophie and my explanations as to why this is infantilization and not okay:
Lodestar, chapter 4. What I originally said: âThere you go, rocking the whole adorable-when-youâre-angry thing. I think thatâs what Iâve missed about you the most.â Keefe infantilizes Sophie by saying sheâs cute when sheâs angry. She is trying to express her feelings, and all Keefe can do is be all Awwwwww. Isnât that so cute? Sheâs angry! How adorable. Itâs a form of invalidating someoneâs feelings, by treating them like theyâre just entertainment or by brushing them off like that. Itâs some of the most manipulative behavior out there. It also saves Keefe from having to actually take Sophieâs feelings into account. His infantilization of her also shows up in his incessant need to protect her. Itâs icky and gross, and authors should stop encouraging this behavior.
Sophie and Keefe are having a mental conversation and Keefe starts talking about Sophie's love triangle/square situation and Sophie doesn't want to talk about it. Not a fan of this, because Keefe butts into Sophie's personal business, then when she gets worked up, he heavily implies that he thinks it's cute. But this one isn't particularly bad compared to the others. Don't get me wrong, I still think this is infantilization, but the best I can say about it is it's not the worst example.
Lodestar, chapter 46. What I originally said: âYouâre so cute when you worry, he told her.â More classic Keefe infantilization. He once again invalidates Sophieâs feelings by dumbing them down and acting like theyâre this cute, quirky, inconsequential thing.
Sophie is obviously incredibly worried. Keefe clearly knows this. And his comment is to be like Yeah, but don't you know that makes you sooooo cute??? Like, sir.
Lodestar, chapter 65. What I originally said: âIs this going to be another one of those nights where you spend the whole time yelling at me to come home? Keefe asked, making her sit up straighter as his thoughts filled her head. Because as much as I love it when you get all feisty on me, nowâs really not a good time.â God, Keefe is so subtly invalidating. He treats Sophie like sheâs just his personal worry machine, not a person with valid concerns and ideas. The flippant way he talks about her worry for him makes me so mad. He takes her worry for granted and throws it back in her face, without a care for how it would affect her mental health. He brushes her off and invalidates her because he thinks heâs so much smarter than everyone else. Not to mention he calls her worry âfeistyâ and further infantilizes her feelings and ideas.
This one honestly stands alone. Context doesn't really do anything to it. The infantilization for all these quotes is in the quote itself, because it is invalidating to treat someone's outburst of negative emotions as entertainment. Keefe basically just says that he finds it cute when she insists he comes home because she's worried about him??? He's like, yeah, Sophie's worried about me, tearing up her mental health over me, but like. She gets feisty when that all becomes externalized and she begs me to come home! Again, it's just a way he's able to brush Sophie's feelings off and disregard her opinion entirely.
When I say Keefe acts like Sophie is his personal worry machine, I'm saying he acts like her worry only exists for his amusement. He doesn't see the deeper feelings behind that worry (or if he does, he certainly doesn't respect them), and only see it for what he sees it as: something cute and adorable.
Nightfall, chapter 24. What I originally said: ââI know! Our little girl is growing up and getting so snarky!â Keefe pretended to wipe his teary eyes. âIâve never been so proud.ââ âOur little girlâ . . . that totally isnât creepy or infantilizing at all. The way Keefe talks about Sophie here is genuinely so gross, even if it is a joke.Â
This is a joke. 100%. But it's a joke that sat very poorly with me because of the way Keefe verbalizes this. The problem for me is in the quote itself, again, because I feel like saying these sorts of things constantly is just so weird.
Nightfall, chapter 32. Wouldn't say what I originally said adds anything new, so I'm just gonna move past that. The larger problem here is 100% the fact that Keefe is clearly trying to joke to deflect Sophie's anger away. My argument isn't about that. My argument is that saying that someone's anger is adorable is textbook infantilization. In context, Keefe uses it as a way to deflect or joke. But the simple act of saying that is a form of invalidation where Sophie's emotions are made out to be some silly, inconsequential thing.
Anyway, about this quote in particular. Sophie is obviously freaking out, and she is clearly and seriously trying to tell him that his joking behavior is unacceptable. Keefe responds, not by listening at all to what Sophie said or what she's feeling, but by instead saying this. This invalidates Sophie's very real feelings as well as saves Keefe from having to confront what Sophie's telling him. And yes, this is a product of his deflection, but my point here is that saying someone's anger or worry is adorable or cute when they are trying to be serious is textbook infantilization, because it treats that opinion they have as a silly, child-like tantrum. "Awwww, isn't that anger adorable???" is what you say about a tantrum-throwing toddler who just got their favorite toy taken away, not someone your age presenting a valid, serious opinion. My issue is with the statement "Your anger/worry is adorable/cute" itself, not how Keefe uses it to deflect. It also presents Keefe, subtle as it may be, as the only one with valid opinions on things because Sophie's adorable little feelings get in the way of her rationality.
And before you say Sophie calls him out on this, yes, but he doesn't change. I'm not going to talk about it at length here, but Keefe apologizes to Sophie in the Nightfall scene after his bed rest more out of a desire to make up with her than a desire to change his bad habits. You can see this because he continues to do it into Unlocked.
Nightfall, chapter 34. Again, I don't think what I originally said adds anything relevant, so I'll skip that here.
The famous scene. I do admit that Sophie calls Keefe out this time. However, as I've already said, this doesn't stick, so it hardly matter. Keefe continues with this behavior through the series and into Unlocked, where he doesn't necessarily say these things out loud, but you can see he still thinks them.
Nightfall, chapter 70. What I originally said: ââMuch as Iâm enjoying this sudden overflow of adorable Foster-rageâitâs not worth it.ââ Ah, more of Keefe infantilizing Sophie and invalidating her feelings. If someone finds your anger or worry âadorableâ and acts like itâs this cute little quirk, then thatâs never a good thing. Especially if they enjoy it. Someone who cares about you should never enjoy seeing you angry or worried.
Sophie's having a serious, key word here is serious, discussion (we'll call it a discussion, even though that's not particularly correct) with Cassius, and even though her rage isn't aimed at him this time, Keefe telling Sophie her rage is adorable when she's being serious is still dumbing down her emotions to that of a toddler throwing a tantrum, not a grown-up (at least relative to Keefe) having a very valid reason to be angry. Just because he agrees with her anger, doesn't mean he can't still infantilize her.
Flashback, chapter 1, page 12. I think what I said in my original post just about sums it up: ââYouâre so adorable when you worry. Iâve told you that, right?ââ (12) Yes, you have, and saying it more doesnât make it any less icky and gross and infantilizing. Itâs like heâs dumbing Sophie down to this object who only exists to entertain him with her adowabuw wittle feewings, instead of a person with very real, very complex emotions.
Keefe fans the air, so we have physical evidence he knows exactly how worried Sophie is. And his response is to be like, so cute! So adorable! Once again, this is serious, and Keefe is acting like Sophie's worry exists only to amuse or entertain him. I don't know else to communicate that that isn't a good thing. Someone being worried usually means they have something they're worrying about, worry doesn't just manifest out of thin air for entertainment's sake. Sophie also responds poorly to his writing her off, with what and the glare and all.
(Side note: When I was looking for that quote, I found a quote where Fitz says the exact same thing, I'm talking word-for-word "adorable when you worry" stuff. Like I mentioned in my disclaimers, I'm not saying he's more right for this and I'm not letting him off the hook. It's icky when Keefe does it and it's icky when Fitz does it. But I'm solely focused on Keefe, which is why I'm not bringing that up. It's also worth it to note that Fitz doesn't say this over and over again, the way Keefe does.)
Flashback, chapter 17, page 304. I think I'm just going to copy-paste exactly what I said in my original post because it's exactly what I'm trying to say: ââHear that, Ro?â he interrupted. âSheâs giving me her serious voice.ââ (304) Another example of Keefe infantilizing Sophie and dumbing her feelings down for the sake of a joke. Awwww, isnât her serious voice so cute? She only does that when she thinks she has something important to say to us grown-ups! Awwwwwww.Â
Apparently, people don't get why this is a bad thing, so: acting like someone isn't being serious when you can literally feel their emotions and know they're being serious just because you don't like what they're saying is not just invalidation, but infantilization, because you are dumbing their emotions and the complexities behind them down to that of a child attempting to be serious.
I'd also argue that this shows Keefe's true colors: he only really listens to her opinions and respects them when he agrees with them. Disagreeing with someone is all fine and good, but you can still respect the other person's opinion and not dumb it down and act like it's lesser than your own. If Keefe said "Sophie, I hear you, but I think you're wrong" (in Keefe jokester language, obviously, not word-for-word what I wrote) then I wouldn't call this infantilization, I'd call it respect. My problems arise from when Keefe acts like Sophie's opinions are stupid because Sophie is the one saying them with that adorable little pouty voice.
Flashback, chapter 21, page 355. What I originally said: âItâs always fun when you get feisty.â (355) Iâve said this about a gajillion times, but Keefeâs infantilization of Sophie is so horrific, itâs like he doesnât care about her at all. He just sees her emotions as amusement for himself.
This is a sad scene, and Keefe has every right to be emotionally . . . off in this scene. But it still doesn't change the fact that he calls Sophie's anger "feistiness" and then says it's fun when she gets angry. You could say that's not exactly what he said, but it's likely that's what he meant given the past few quotes I've shown. Keefe has demonstrated a pattern of thinking Sophie's anger is amusing or adorable or fun. Anger is a negative emotion. When Sophie feels anger she doesn't feel good. And Keefe is like, yeah, but it's cute! Do you see how that's not the greatest thing to say? It says a lot about his internalized beliefs about Sophie, and is essentially confirmed by Unlocked. And even if that didn't represent the way he saw Sophie inside, that's still a really shitty thing to say because it still carries the invalidation.
Legacy, chapter 3, page 70. What I originally said: ââTell me why you have that cute little crease between your eyebrows.ââ (70) You already know what Iâm going to say. Keefe finding Sophieâs worry cute is textbook infantilization. But also, if he finds her worry and anger so adorable, whatâs he gonna do when the Neverseen are defeated and Sophie doesnât have as many things worrying her?
So, the crease between the eyebrows is obviously because of worry. So by saying he finds it cute, Keefe indirectly says he finds Sophie's worry cute, though I'm sure I don't have to spell that out because he's already flat out admitted he finds Sophie's worry cute several times. I'm going to sound like a broken record if I repeat what I've been saying this entire post about why this is infantilization, so instead I wanna talk about that last paragraph there. Keefe literally knows how queasy Sophie's worry can make her sometimes, and he has expressed this before, as well. So he knows exactly what Sophie's going through when she worries. And still, he acts like her worry is amusing, funny, cute, or otherwise a quirky little thing. I don't understand how Keefe can be so invalidating, having had firsthand experience with Sophie's emotions.
âBut I was only half listening because she gets this cute little crinkle between her eyebrows when sheâs trying to be serious, and it makes me want to reach up and smooth her forehead with my fingertipâand Iâm betting sheâd think I was super weird if I did that, since itâs not like sheâs my . . . â (Unlocked, very first paragraph of Keefe's diary entry, 481)
Don't have an e-book of Unlocked, unfortunately (boooooooo). So the context is that Keefe is giving us (or himself???) an intro to what he's doing here, which is writing about his drawings. He explains that Sophie gave him the idea and gives a general overview of what she said to convince him. Then he says this quote.
Here's what I said, which I stand by: I hate the way Keefe talks about Sophie. Sheâs just this soft, kind of ditzy, child-like sort of figure in his head. He admits that he doesnât care what she has to say, he just cares about how adorable she looks while she says it. This is a textbook sign of a toxic relationship. You should care about what your partner/crush says, because that shows that you see them as a person, not as your personal cover model. Also âtrying to be seriousâ paints Sophie as this impudent little child whoâs trying to get the attention of the older, more experienced adults and it very much implies that Sophie is not serious, but awwww, look how cute she looks trying to be serious, isnât it adorable? Except Keefe and Sophie are the same age. So this is another case of textbook infantilization.
Personally, I think I made it fairly clear why I think this is infantilization. Keefe did not listen to the latter half of what Sophie said because he was too busy imagining how adorable she must've looked as she said it. I don't know how to make it more clear that Keefe does not respect or care about Sophie's opinions. He did what she asked, sure, but he did not actually listen to her. Again, implying Sophie was not being serious when she was is infantilization. It takes away the weight of what Sophie is saying and makes it out to be a thing of like, Oh well, Sophie told me to, so I guess I'll humor her adorable little wishes and give it a shot, but let's get back to what's more important here, which is how cute she probably looks! I don't know how else to explain that that's not an attitude you want in someone who claims to listen to you and respect you.
Addressing some other things (Keefe calling Sophie herself cute [1], Keefe's deflection [2], Keefe praising Sophie's prowess [3], Sophie not seeming bothered [4], and The Real Problem [5]):
I don't think Keefe calling Sophie herself cute or adorable by itself is infantilization. That's just a cute, fluffy teenage crush. 100% cool with that. My problem is with Keefe dumbing Sophie's negative emotions that have complexities behind them down to something cute or inconsequential by calling them adorable. There's a quote in the diary entries where Keefe describes Sophie's blush as adorable and proceeds to describe it in vivid detail. I don't like it for personal taste reasons, but I would never argue that this is infantilization. Because. It's not. There is no dumbing down of emotions here, no shrugging off experience or maturity. There's just a kid with a crush.
As for Keefe's habit of deflecting stuff through jokes, yes, it's a flaw and yes, some of the times Keefe infantilizes Sophie, he's using it as a joke to deflect. Yes, that's the larger issue. But the point still stands that the way in which he thinks of Sophie's worry and anger is infantilization.
There are moments where Keefe talks nonstop (sometimes in a very unnatural way, in my opinion) about how powerful and amazing and brilliant and talented and spectacular Sophie is and how he respects her choices and whatnot. I don't see this as particularly contradictory to his infantilization. Keefe can dumb Sophie's emotions down to cute, inconsequential little playthings while also insisting that he thinks she's amazing and powerful. I do think he does think that she's incredibly talented, but he also invalidates or disrespects her choices because he sees her emotions as adorable and unserious. Sophie is objectively powerful and talented and smart, I'm not really sure how saying those clear facts out loud changes the fact that Keefe still sees Sophie as very juvenile in his head. He can respect her prowess and capacity for talent while still disrespecting her opinions and emotions. The two can coexist. This is why I say Keefe pedestalizes and infantilizes Sophie simultaneously.
As for saying this doesn't bother Sophie (except in that one instance where she glares at him), I'd hardly say it matters. People can be the object of toxic behavior without realizing it. Sophie doesn't really seem to care past a handful of seconds when Keefe reads her emotions without her permission (on purpose, with intention), but I think most of us would agree that that doesn't make it acceptable. And Keefe's infantile views of Sophie say more about him than they do Sophie, which is the argument I'm trying to make. My point is that Keefe sees Sophie's emotions as inconsequential little things that don't need to be taken into account. This is all mapped into how he sees her internally. Again, just because Sophie doesn't seem bothered by Keefe's comments, doesn't mean they're acceptable, especially considering it gives us a view into the way he truly sees Sophie. And if Keefe thinks of Sophie is such an invalidating way, how are we supposed to believe he'll respect her when she argues with him, instead of just writing it off as "that adorable rage"?
And last but not least (as this is literally the reason people are annoyed with Keefe, regardless of what flaw you're talking about): the infantilization isn't the problem. Not really. What the problem is is that it is never called out by the narrative and when it is, it lasts two seconds, doesn't stick, and Keefe continues with it having not learned a thing. He doesn't change, and I can give you a thousand explanations for why Keefe may be so prone to infantilizing Sophie based on his childhood, trauma, and everything else, but none of that is an excuse. And I'm certainly not a fan of the way we're constantly told that Keefe respects Sophie when he's clearly so ready to undermine her emotions or dumb them down. If you're going to have him say things like this, it should be understandable that it's not a good thing.
I think it all comes down to this: Imagine you were trying to get a very serious point across to someone or otherwise feeling very emotional over something and then you look over and the other person's reaction is like, Aw, you're so cute when you're all worked up trying to be serious! Anger so adorable! Worry so cute! I love it when you get feisty! Wouldn't you feel like they don't respect what you're saying? Is that not incredibly icky and weird?
Here is the definition of infantilization. I think it's very difficult to make an argument that Keefe is not doing this to Sophie. And if you think that's bad, oh boy, is it so. Much. Worse. In the actual Unlocked novella. It's very difficult to deny that Keefe only sees Sophie as an adorable little cute thing that amuses him when you read it. But I'll get there . . .
Anyway I'm leaving it off with this because these are the vibes I get from Keefe every time he makes an infantilizing comment about Sophie (minus the yelling, Keefe doesn't really yell):
#kotlc#kotlc discourse#anti keefe sencen#anti sokeefe#going to just copy-paste most of my tags from my original posts:#again feel free to debate and argue with me and stuff i love talking to people that love keefe/sokeefe#my inbox is always open for a fight and anon asks are always on if you're shy :)#but i do hope you come away from this at least UNDERSTANDING why i don't like it when keefe says things like this#i skimmed unlocked a few days ago and it's even worse in there yikes i'll get to it#bottom line is: keefe will always see sophie as more of his crush than as her own person with respectable feelings#<- and that's my hot take of the day#dropping this here and fleeing for the night. i'll return tomorrow or possibly never
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Genuine question as I am curious â I know itâs pretty obvious with his expressions/ body language that Daniel seemed shy/insecure(?) about having his braces, but has he ever outright said anything about feeling that way with them? Just out of curiosity as I am new around here!
âI feel very different in terms of looks. Fortunately, experience also bought me better looks. Iâm not really too fond of showing people photos of me when I was youngerâ
#well he doesnât exactly say he was self-conscious of his braces but he was definitely very self-conscious about how he looked#itâs always very interesting to me the way Daniel talks about his younger self#itâs so different from how other f1 drivers talk about their early days#heâs so self-critical of younger him that I wish he was a bit more forgiving of younger him#the way heâs admitted he was never a standout talent during his karting days#that he was so hesitant to get involved in battles that his dad got mad at him#the way on the gypsy tales podcast he talks about Motocross riders being fearless and how he doesnât have that until jase interrupts him -#to say how how mad he is because just a few days ago he was throwing a car around on a street circuit at some 300kph#the way in this video with will he describes himself walking into the paddock like a âheadless chickâ#the way he has said so many times he was scared to move away from home. how uncertain he was he would ever succeed#and then that one video towards the end of 2022 when he says âI was just Daniel thenâ in reference to his younger self#like he has such a distinct way of looking at his younger self. like he views that part of him almost as a separate entity from the him now#and I guess thatâs because it took a lot of work and years to build that confidence of becoming Daniel ricciardo#a confidence he got as he managed to survive the shark tank of the red bull junior academy#a confidence he got from beating his 4x wdc teammate. from winning the most insane races#and that confidence then getting completely decimated in the space of a few months in 2022#and even now the more he says he is confident you can still see that tiny hesitancy#how every time he gets a good result you see how he yearns to lean back into his confident Daniel schtick#and he may just completely embrace it soon anyway <3#daniel ricciardo#anon ask
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Hello, could you do a Rottmnt headcanon of what kind of relationship Leo, Raph, Donnie and Mikey would be?
Headcanon: The reader might need 4 rings in the future since they couldn't decide on one turtle. (Requested prompt)
A/N: sorry for bringing up watt/pad again but, I did at least a couple of oneshots towards the reader in a poly relationship with the guys. So I had a bit of deja vu seeing this type of prompt again (probably around 5 years of writing) but anyway...
One last note: It was a bit difficult to understand the wording towards this particular ask. I already had some unpleasant interactions with "those fans" so I hesitated for a bit with this one.
So please double check your asks before sending it because I don't want to end up with another semi-hiatus because of asks that were out of my control...
If this isn't the kind of relationship you're into, then just skip this one.
Leo
He honestly wasn't expecting you to make the first move.
And tbh, he kept pacing around his room by the time the new feelings bonked him on the head. Like "Ooooh no... (Y/N)'s actually really really really cute..."
Surprisingly, he went to Splinter for advice. Part of his soul left his body when the rat man explained the importance of that special relationship in a lovey dovey manner. But, actually listened slowly realizing Splinter's previous relationships ended in failure. Especially with how things are with Splinter and Big Mama.
Its close to the end of the week when you suggest that idea to date all four of them. And you were very much taken back that he's okay with it. Though he can't promise not to be jealous from time to time. But, he and his brothers will make sure not to break your heart and will swear by it.
- More likely to do surprise visits (or alerting you with a text that he's dropping by for a few minutes. sometimes close to an hour or more if he's not really in the mood for a night patrol)
- Accidentally starts light hearted competitions with him and his brothers trying to impress you. He's still gonna be a showboat but tones it down the moment you pretend to ignore him.
- He's a bit insane and brave with the idea of wanting to meet your family members (the ones that you feel comfortable with). Or towards people that have been there for you in those darker times. Aside from April and his future self being close to a guardian figure to Casey Jr. And the brief time he and his family had with Karai, might be the reasons why he wants to reach out more. Mostly starting small though since the mental scar from the Krang and Shredder really changed him as a person.
Its usually Mikey or Donnie that challenge the red slider turtle to a friendly game on winning your affection. And when he's not feeling up to it, he just waits when Raph's turn is over and asks for your TLC (tender loving care).
Despite the horrors, he's still the same ol whiner. And will probably latch on to you with the most saddest eyes. That you're luckily immune to as you hold hands with one of his brothers for the start of the next week. Donnie has used a spray bottle with water at him and still does it even when its not his turn.
Raph
Very confused about the idea and trying to make sense of it.
It might be close to a few weeks where he finally understands. (mainly asking from April because his brothers can make it sound more confusing)
He hasn't really thought that much about the existential dread of the mutant/human relationship until seeing either Leo or Donnie silently anxious about it. Like the alligator snapping turtle is always more focused on keeping his family safe. And with you as a partner (and potential future spouse) being shared with him and the rest of his brothers. Mind Raph is pestering him even more just to say it out loud than just waiting for you to lead the relationship.
He'll eventually get used to it and given his oldest brother status. Takes it with ease being more patient compared to their high energy.
- Doesn't realize he acts like a "proper gentleman" (or gentleturtle as Donnie would say) when Raph opens the door for you while you're carrying boxes or something. Or offers to help you with the heavy lifting. Even Splinter calls him out on that behavior.
- When its his turn dating you, you get immediate "dibs" on everything. He plays very innocent with you but on his brothers. They always work together on a prank back at him for being annoying about it.
- Tends to look at your hands sometimes. He blushes thinking about how soft it feels around his face and lightly tracing around where its safe to touch his spiky shell.
While he always has good intentions, his brothers heavily hate the 'chaperone or third wheel checking in on the date idea'.
- It's mostly brought at least once a month and the trio usually try to tell you ahead of time before it happens again.
He'll be slightly grumpy whenever the trio share a single brain cell about a really stupid thing that he won't get.
- And he'll whine for a bit if you end up taking their side so, just take his side to save him from another wrinkle on his Raph chasm.
Donnie
He's silently making a fuss about it during the first month.
And a bit at himself, for waiting so long to ask you out. Before you went ahead with the bold move of "I don't want you guys to fight over me so... Is it okay if I date all four of you?"
It takes him a long while to get used to it. Or when Dr Feelings notices the softshell turtle not being open and honest about this relationship with you.
However once he's fully settled in, a very charming and laidback sort of relationship.
- I always get the vibe he uses 'dearest or darling' as his term of affection towards you. (His brothers used to tease him about it but, on days where bad luck decided to give this turtle a break and more on them. They're pleading for your help and whether you want to add fuel to that fire. That's on you)
- To me, he has that dramatic hopeless romantic energy. The only difference he pulls it off better than the dense couples in rom com movies/shows. With the amount of words he knows, at least a few or almost all of his compliments at you will send your heart into a flutter.
- At least every now and then, he'll try to dazzle you with something. Either one of his incredible inventions or surprising you with your favorite thing. (He'll boldly insist he was a step ahead getting it as a surprise. Even though his brothers actually chipped in to avoid another "The Purple Game" incident)
He sort of has a friendly rivalry with Leo on trying to make you laugh.
- If he starts to gloat about it, especially winning with the claim "Told you I was the funniest."
You kissing the softshell turtle's lips will instantly shut him down. use that power wisely
He unfortunately has jealousy issues by the time his turn is up.
- Like pretending to give the cold shoulder until you need help with something he's an expert at.
Mikey
Very much the mature one taking this relationship seriously.
Even though it took a few days with Donnie's help to get a better understanding of your idea of the poly relationship.
Dr Feelings and Dr Delicate Touch are working overtime because of these dumb dumbs sometimes.
Despite that, absolutely the sweetest turtle boyfriend. (and best future turtle husband material out of the four of them)
- While he has the Lou Jitsu charm, Mikey's bundle of sunshine is a whole another level. You can't help but, slowly break into a smile from his toothy grin.
- If you're the type who takes a long while to warm up to pda. He'll mostly stick to handholding and ask whenever you want a hug or kiss from him. (He's definitely more warm as a result of the mystic fire-based energy and ninpo that just naturally went with the flow towards him. So you sometimes fall asleep on his shoulder without realizing it)
- More likely to make any boring task you dread doing into a fun adventure. You both have matching hats from a previous grocery trip and pretended it was a mission from one of the Jupiter Jim comics.
His brothers were totally not jelly about it.
Very much tries to hide his embarrassment from his brothers suggesting 'better date ideas' to the best of his ability. He glared a few times at Raph with the chaperone idea. The usual youngest not getting along with the oldest brother sort of deal. So whenever you're around, the biggest sign is a strained smile on his face while lying that everything is okey-dokey.
- He almost clamped his shell shut when Splinter immediately disapproved the ideas with something even more embarrassing.
The only downside is he might go to some extreme lengths with how stubborn his brothers act.
- So you might need additional help from Splinter or April to prevent a new doctor persona along the lines of Dr Chaos.
#rottmnt x reader#leo x reader#rise leo x reader#raph x reader#rise raph x reader#donnie x reader#rise donnie x reader#mikey x reader#rise mikey x reader#I was supposed to post a few hours ago but ended up writing some au stuff (also rise related) a few days ago#its mostly just gonna be for fun but#I got excited through an anon ask about being inspired by an rise!au I saw for an upcoming dlc to a game I've been playing#and the person who responded was so nice ; w ;#I might post the basic summary of the 3 aus tomorrow but aaaaa I'm more excited to write and do some sketches now > w <
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They had my boy IMPRISONED đŠ
#iykyk
#anon#ask#i know someone has made this post a few days ago that i reblogged so iâm not original at all
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https://www.tumblr.com/kimsky-is-seungmins-lil-puppy/735882260591558656/han-jisung
this person as been reposting stuff from a bunch of creators and i think this one is yours you should probably block them
wow, down to the pictures i chose and everything⌠thank you for letting me know
#i posted that a few days ago and they didnât even change who it was for ofc youâre going to get caught dude#donât be nasty to them though just ask them nicely to take it down#answered#anon
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AHHHHHHH! I'm not sure how to put my feelings into words, but Some Sunny Day is driving me INSANE. I don't mean to offend you, as I know that you have a life and have stuff going on, but I check Ao3 CONSTANTLY to see when the next rendition is going to be. I can't describe my joy when I see that it has been updated. As a whole, THANK YOU for this masterpeice.
AAAAHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I love hearing from people who enjoy what I create â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ I'm not at all offended--and I'm going to try get the next chapter up soon! Had a crazy week at work and also a paper I was finishing up so haven't had time or energy to write but. Hopefully today ^-^
Again, thank you for this ask! Seeing people excited about my writing is always wild and I love hearing from you â¤ď¸
#wren answers#asks#anons#some sunny day#straight up i checked the date i posted the last chapter and it was like FIVE DAYS AGO#HOW did that happen i swear i lost a few days#havent even reay opened the doc đ#it did make me realize that i HAVE been busy and just like. lost three days#long weekend this weekend though so hopefully can get back into the swing of it
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Some lesbian!Bluffy for sweet little anon â¤ď¸âđĽ
I may turn it into a full color piece at some point, but for now, enjoy a lazy lil sketchđ
#anon asked for this a few days ago but still#here they are#beautiful shits#one piece#one piece fanart#buggy the clown#monkey d. luffy#fem!buggy x fem!luffy#buggy x luffy#buggy#luffy#fem!buggy#fem!luffy#bluffy#my art#one piece netflix#my sketch
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Hello!! I just LOVE the way you draw and show us swatch.. I was wondering if your design/persona(lity) of swatch is open to yumeshipping-selfshipping?
I'm a swatch yume and i specifically feel a connection (?) to your design and all that stuff!
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danke! i don't own them lmao go for it
#ask#anonymous#anon#you can do whatever you want forever as long as its all good harmless fun#i hc them as demi but i also hc them as head of a host club so like. go nuts nonnie have fun. don't go broke#even besides that i dont Enforce my own headcanons on characters that arent even mine dbjhsbdjhf#if you wanna kiss the 9 ft tall fluffy birdie beefcake go for it. i believe in you. mwah mwah mwah am i right#im amused at how many people think i draw them hot. i posted them on reddit a few days ago and the comments were fantastic#& i remember that doodle on that one halloween post about them biting people i think? soo many people in the tags were ''Paying Up'' đ#they just do shit to people#anyway tldr yeah dude i dont care. have fun. find joy where you can in this hell world
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Anon Positivity! *BAPS YOU WITH MY PAWS BAPS YOU WITH MY PAWS BAPS YOU WITH MY-
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#fic asks#haveyoureadthisfic#pollblr#fanfiction#fandom culture#internet culture#tumblr polls#fanfic#fandom poll#thank you for the baps anon :)#boop#also while I'm here#thanks to everyone who gave me boops a few days ago :)#sweet people
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